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A Place (Other) by Celtic
Let me take you to a place,
far beneath the moon
Where pixies dance on flowers,
not yet in full bloom
A place beyond prying eyes,
without fear of strangers
A sacred place,
That has not many dangers
Where leprechauns count their gold,
like itâs going out of style
Little hollow out trees,
hold little bright smiles
The wind is always calm,
And the stream ever flowing
The grass so green,
And not a weed to be seen!
Itâs just a little haven,
In here behind the waterfall
For all magic things,
Big or small
I really must get going,
Thereâs a game about to start
Itâs called âCatch the leprechaunâ,
So I really must depart!
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